The perpetual velocity of one’s approaching death follows the rule of toilet paper, fastest at close.
Sans titre is my name.
My mothers consulted with the fathers
Reaching the point of not condemning me to eternal cages of identity.
I stayed pure learning not a single word out of their mouths;
Though robbed of the chance of
I wonder the earth for ears.
Under soppy copyright
Crossed with whomever crossed with crossing the roads holding cross while crossing the worlds known to man crossing his soul crossed by his cross
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Long live the insubordinants
Who dared break the molds around my mouths;
Husks of peeled-off bananas slipping through mouths.
Wake thy neighbor for she has the key
To proud steps up in the clouds;
Wait the Gestapo kiss his cross
Wait the pope salute his swastika
Wait the sheikh molest a soul
Wait the rabbi destroy love
But above all wait the imam tear away your virginity for the cost of heaven.
Upon the mountains there lives a cow whose milk created sensuality, intimacy, peace;
Beware the broken records shouting the worlds are ending since the dawn of time.
Once they’ve left for redemption
Come to me bare for salvation rests upon bosoms of your barren heart.
Crows release news at the strike of noon,
Life is six feet under.
The wrath of copyright be upon the poor souls copying this.
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Puking knowledge not earned
Needing lifeless love in the lustful desires on the windowsill
Jumping off beds into the abyss
Broken bashed hearts oozing gore for blood
Black cemetaries under skies
Eyes gouged out to fill with tears
Yet I’ll never have.
Caged in this “mortal Coil”!
Screeching for freedom instead of death.
We never learn!
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Long time no c has ever been used for a word. Crazy! 🤡
Bitten sore spots of ivy thorns,
Bore the smiles worn by sea men on marshes.
Thus spoke dead leaves of days forgotten,
Of hours witnessed by the shrouds, of slaughtering heroism.
Hear me ye young clouds, tonight the skies shall weep for due children of the earth.
For they’ll inherit the blood moors!
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Rise from the ashes of your lungs to see the stars shining through your eyes. They tell stories of the past lives never lived, yet forgotten by us. Past chances never mattered when ignored through the closed windows.
Souls yearn; no, they burn to see the fresh air outside of the body but to do so dying is required. Everyone is baffled by the entanglement of his/her soul on the inside. Everyone is in pain. No one can escape the confinements of this body; the eternal ethereal prison we call home. It reeks half the time and the other half searches for a purpose, a way to survive, to matter in a world where nothing matters anymore; no religion, no ideology, no salvation, no utopia, nothing is out there; no god awaits our return. We came from nowhere. We’re not going anywhere.
We’re all stuck here. Why?
I rebel. I make mistakes. I shoot myself
In the foot. I put my foot in my mouth. I break
The eggshells I’m walking on. I rebel.
I quit my unstarted job.
I beg on the street and give
Passerbys money to go. I drink water like wine
And wine as water. I rebel.
I come close to murdering
My shadow. I look in the mirror and spill
Coffee on my reflection.
I shout my name in the shower. I rebel.
This copyright law is under protest!